Becoming a solitary

“Ten thousand dragons perish, blood tears without a soul, formation shift!” Jin Muhai hissed with all his might, his voice hoarse and strained.,This impending doom of the tribe's annihilation, though tragic, allowed the desolate aura of this Blood Dragon Formation to reach its peak. Buzz! The austere blood color and chillingly solemn air swept forth, crashing into the thousands of Ghost Mantis-Winged Beasts at the front. They were directly overwhelmed, their spirits shattered, then cleaved in two by the subsequent onslaught of blades and swords, all while the dragon clan remained unscathed.,This ancient city can only be considered a relatively secluded dwelling place, probably left behind by the ancestors of the dragon clan.。